I live in New Orleans. Unfortunately that means I have the chance of running into Mido.
Anyways, he’s recording this video on a MAIN ROAD🙄🙄🙄 Peep the line of traffic he holds up in the back.
Besides him using the city as a photoshoot, he’s also impeding traffic to do his fake celeb social media shots. He’s sooooo insufferable
After birth, I lost 27 lbs immediately. The remaining 20 pre pregnancy lbs will not budge. I’ve tried a calorie deficit, started walking every day for almost a month. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I look like im still pregnant. I don’t know if I’ll have to get plastic surgery or what.
I saw online that it’s sun damage. It worries me now. I put on spf50+ even in the shade
It’s hard to tell what alts are real and fake. If people are trolling, or if S is adding more to give confusion or take the heat off of her. So people can blame trolls. But I think some are. It’s just hard to tell.
I know this is all made up BS but can somebody fill me in on the lore? I keep seeing them comment “how are we related? Troy won an award, Which church etc”
Can anybody explain who “they” are?
How do they all “know each other”
What are their occupations?
Why they feel the need to use their once a week WiFi time to defend Steph😂😂😂
I moved here last summer, found out I was pregnant immediately. Like within the week. Obviously I couldn’t go out into the bar scene, but I worry now that it’s going to be impossible to meet people. And I need to get out of the house and be myself again.
I love drumming, poetry, paranormal/spooky stuff. I’m just not sure where to begin. I’ve been to a few poetry nights.
Does anybody have any suggestions on where to meet people like that? I’ve tried looking up online groups/meet up’s but haven’t had much luck.
I was born to hold this crate,
Its wood is rotten, no longer brown-
Insects swarm, to feast its face,
Then return it, as the sun bows down.
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Before me, it's been tossed and kicked-
Banished, into a dim clueless stream-
Murky waters, of ancient shame,
Awaiting a new infant’s scream.
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My blood, too, was tainted
By its curse of crimson glue-
I’m bound to this crate of sorrows,
Like the curse my mother knew.
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The sun bowed down one night.
Again, it was handed to me-
Though before it drifted away,
I crawled into its tomb to see.
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The walls were hollow and sullen
Like hands starved from love-
Though from my footsteps, they fled,
Like a captive ancient dove.
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Before me, its been tossed and buried
Onto the next, to flee its weight-
As I stepped inside to hold its flames,
I was spared my family's fate.
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